Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roger Hodgson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.